Scary-oke!

Three different karaoke venues, three different nights . . .

Monday night is fun karaoke. Saturday night karaoke lately has been iffy karaoke --- sometimes fun, sometimes a bit sketchy. Wednesday night karaoke is now officially, in my opinion after three visits a few weeks apart, scary karaoke. Scary as in stuff I don't even want to make note of in this blog (no stories directly involving yours truly or friends in attendance), but suffice it to say that if Hollywood wanted to shoot "Barfly 2" on location using locals as extras, the location search is over. I think that last night was my final visit to that place, ever. Hmm, what's this listed in the Weekly? "Kung Fu Karaoke" on Sunday night at a fourth venue?! Sounds interesting . . .

Tonight marks my return to Eighties Night in so many months that I cannot even fathom a guess as to the last time I attended. To say I have missed it would be stretching things quite a bit, but reflecting on it, I do miss the aspect of a few extra hours on Thursday nights spent with friends, with an eighties soundtrack pumping in the background. Last year between July and, oh, Novemberish, I attended every Thursday night possible. Then I went coooooold turkey. There used to be a couple of "political" reasons that soured my wanting to attend, but those are both historical footnotes now. I can attend tonight, relax and converse with buddies, have lots of opportunities for people watching, and still get eight hours sleep afterward. Not a bad Thursday night plan.